SPRING BROKE (One Tequila, Two Tequila, Tila Tequila, Whore)

Let’s get this shit started!!!!!!!!! Cabo Wabo!!!!! Show us your tits!!!!!!!

Holy shit! Party men supreme Justin and Dustin are here! Man, that cat Dustin sure knows how to lay the smackdown on some parties. Look at him: He’s uther uckin out of control!!!!!!!

Come on, Roger, wake up! WAKE UP!!!!! Oh my god he’s not waking up!!!!

Fuggit. Let’s dance!!!!!!

Uh! Uh-uh! Umf! Uh-duh-guh-buh! How do you like them moves? I just blasted you off the dance floor, look at you:

Know why we’re getting lit to shit this week? Why we’re getting party-rageous? Why there’s four on the floor and more in store? (some kid in high school told me that’s how many kegs you should have at your party. he’s in jail, probably.) It’s not because we like it. And it’s not because we are American educators, shaping the minds of the next generation. It’s because we’re afraid of the demon otter. And if you don’t party continuously, I mean all through the week, the demon otter will posess your soul. Shit, get down here he comes!

Quick, Justin, get on the water slide so that you look like you’re partying.  You do NOT want to get posessed.

Damnit……too late.

 

 

R.I.P. Dustin Partydude AKA Sarah Dope

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